|| @rheis ( REY. )
He should have known—to trust? To doubt? At the very least, Luke should have known his old master would leave the truth in plain sight, only for him to overlook and seek old comfort in new wisdom. Steps are taken, noiseless as the familiar comes back into view. A sigh has no purpose but to catch her attention, the outline of a palm lingering over a cracked binding. ‘Careful with these books.’ If it needs saying at all, it has to be from him. It has to be like this, as dust swept by fingertips sticks to place in spite of him. ‘They don't belong to you.’ What goes unsaid: a dead man can only hope she won’t ever belong to them. He doesn’t believe in it any more than her guided resolution, and it’s hardly the point to be made from all this. ( The texts don’t belong to her. ) ‘—Or to me.’ Relief is feigned with a swipe of his brow, wrist flicked. The half-hearted joke is delivered with fleeting interest, a smile lacking its former edge. ‘Let them teach you what you need to know. But if the Jedi do live on,’ added, a quiet beat of uncertainty, ‘they will through what you take.’
